Triella has been on the trail of some slavers for weeks now - following them as they've moved from attacking a ship, to going to a slave market, then back out again. ALWAYS a step behind, and it has been frustrating her to the point of recklessness.

Then she hears news of a number of young girls disappearing in the area around an ancient temple that was being studied. Three of the young archaeologists as well as four local girls have disappeared in the last week.

Triella ponders this - it doesn't SOUND like the slavers she has been after - they haven't shown a tendency to hang around like that for repeated targets, preferring to take a number of girls all at once and leave. Still, even if it is not the same slavers, it sounds like someone is preying on these young women, and so Triella turns the Starlark in the direction of the planet.

It takes only a day of travel to reach the spaceport for the planet, and she docks and pays her berth fees before heading into the town. The young beauty immediately draws attention from the townfolk - the light clothing barely concealing the firm, curvy body beneath, the tawny skin glowing against the sun, and her long black hair reaching nearly to the ground behind her as she walks.

She walks into a bar, thinking that might be the best place for information (as well as to get noticed as a perspective target). It doesn't take long for her to overhear a conversation about the disappearances. A little flirting, and a few free drinks for those talking soon tells Triella that all seven of the women have disappeared from the area of the temple.. one per day, for the last week. Two of the locals regularly delivered goods and food to the archaeology camp, but the other two had no real reason to be there - and yet witnesses in the camp saw the girls there, around the temple.

She also learns of the latest discovery - a secret chamber hidden in the heart of the temple - within which was found an ancient ornate chest - with inscriptions around it. There appears to be a great deal of debate as to whether the chest was in this chamber to be protected - or to be imprisoned. Either way, it was the night that this chamber was breached, that the first of the archaeologist women disappeared. And now the government is trying to shut down the dig, while the scientists are fighting, claiming that there is no connection, only coincidence and superstition.

Still -- Triella decides that she needs to get a closer look at the camp - and perhaps into the temple as well.

The "Temple" was no more than a unimposing stone structure, on single hallway leading to a small room riddled with strange hieroglyphics. The scientists we're in the middle of translating when they suddenly up and vanished, rumored to have been abducted by the one who guards the treasures within. In the middle of the room was a hole, the entrance to a shaft so deep that the scientists had to string electric lamps down its length so that they could bring light into this abysmal darkness. The shaft ends in a small room buried deep under ground, its undecorated walls now adorned with more electric lighting so as to illuminate its contents.

And there it lay, a small box that was adorned with ornate gold and silver trim, its surface shining in the light after the first of the scientists dusted off the centuries of dirt that had accumulated on it.

The camp itself was silent, after the investigation team had studied and collected all the various evidence, the place was declared off limits, leaving everything else untouched since then. Passers by have since heard strange sounds from inside the temple, the sound of metal on metal echoing from deep inside, and what they could recognize as screams of frustrations. The investigative team found no proof of any activity since the area was cordoned off, declaring the sounds as ones made by paranoia and an over active imagination.

But still the rumors prevailed, it was as if something was tunneling deeper in.... or was trying to get out...

The rumors and stories are troubling to the gypsy agent. Perhaps it would be better to just let the Directorate know about this place - then they could move in OFFICIALLY. Triella, however, isn't on the books anywhere, and can't invoke any authority on her own. So if she gets caught, she might actually end up imprisoned.

Still - it could takes days, maybe weeks for the Directorate to decide to send an agent out this way, let alone a full team. If this is some kind of ploy by slavers, they'll be LONG gone by then. The fact that the Temple has been cordoned off already reduces the profit for whoever was responsible - assuming it wasn't the temple. Triella is a gypsy - and while some people call her superstitious, she has seen enough to know that there are things beyond what most people choose to accept and believe. It may be that they have indeed awakened some kind of ancient god claiming its due.

Whatever the case, the young beauty decides that the Directorate needs as much information as possible - as soon as possible. She has no alternative, but to investigate herself. And that means that she can't wait for clearance to override the cordon, nor for a Directorate team to arrive.

Triella rents a room at the local inn, and rests before nightfall.
Once night has come, and the half-moon has risen, she changes into her blacks - an armored outfit meant for stealth. The outfit consists of a skin-tight black 'leather' vest that laces up the front, a pair of black tights that might as well be painted on for how they cling to the curves of her hips and buttocks, and thigh high heavy leather boots. There are loops along the boots, and the vest from which she carries a large number of throwing knives, and weights. With her hair tied back, she is nearly invisible in the shadows as she heads out towards the temple complex.

Carefully and silently she slips past the guards patrolling the perimeter, and approaches the temple entrance. With a last look around, and a deep breath to calm her racing heart - she starts to prowl her way down the corridor of the temple, heading towards the inner chamber. She moves with an effortless, feline grace - quick, soft and silent - while also trying to feel if anyone or anything is in the temple with her empathy.

She didnt have to travel far to into the temple when a wave of emotion stuck her like a wall of water. It was primal, intense, and came in pulses that seemed to tear at the walls.

Pure anger.

The closer she came, the stronger the waves became, accompanied with the sound of metal striking metal, and every so often, a piercing, primal scream.

Down below, Pandora was wielding one of the archeologist's picks, using what strength her tiny frame could afford to strike at one of the bolts holding her box in place on the stone pedestal, and gaining marginal success. She had been trying to loosen the bolts ever since the chamber had been discovered, with rocks, stones, and most recently the pick. It was bad enough that she was bound to only exist fully in the box, but worse to see that the box was rooted to one spot, further limiting her freedom.

The eons of having no one to play or toy with drove Pandora to the brink of madness, so when those females wandered in and broke the seal to the chamber, she wasted no time in luring and and imprisoning them inside her realm, venting her frustration and rage at those seven women till all that remained in their broken minds was sex and despair.

Now as she was busy with this more recent attempt at purchasing her freedom, there came an echo, not the acoustic kind, but one that persisted on a more psychic plane.

"Someone is coming.."

Quickly she flew down and hid the pick in a hollow within the stone floor, dragging a loose tile over it to conceal the pick before shifting herself back into her box, silencing the once violent waves of emotion.

The gypsy gasps at the wall of anger that assails her. With a cry of pain, she falls back against the wall as she attempts to clamp down on her empathy - but as always, she can't turn it off completely.

Then almost as suddenly as it assailed her, the anger drops off. It doesn't disappear entirely - but it is being tightly controlled, or perhaps the cause or target has suddenly disappeared.

A horrible idea occurs to the agent then, that whoever's anger that was may have just killed one of the missing girls in a fit of anger, and that the reason for the drop of emotion was because the girl was dead. That thought, rather then giving her pause, spurs her to action.

She quickens her steps, approaching the main chamber, and coming to the hole down to the final chamber. She approaches the edge carefully, looking down and around to try and see who or what might be down there waiting.

Nothing.

No signs of struggle. No Bloody crime scene. Not even a hint that something even remotely happened here.

The coast was clear, so it seems, but emotions dont simply appear in midair, someone or something must have caused them, but where we're they? Like any good agent, the first thing that comes to mind was 'secret tunnel', So a quick search of the room ensues, looking for that hidden switch or sliding wall that concealed a second hidden chamber within the confines of this temple that could be used to hold those girls prisoner.

The agents hands patted and prodded the walls for any bumps or recessions, then knocking on it to find and hollows behind them, all resulting in zero success. Then came the pedestal, and what was easily observable was that one of the bolts have received heavy abuse, not the type archeologist type person make, more like the work of a grave robber trying to get the artifact to sell on the black market.

The closer the agent drew to it, however, feelings of intense despair, pain, and sexual arousal started to emanate from it, stronger and stronger the closer she got, emotions from seven different entities, an eight entity radiating malice and enjoyment in the background.

If there was something happening here, it was most definitely connected with this box.

Triella bites her lip in frustration and confusion as she examines the chamber.

Nothing seems to make sense. No one seems to be here - but she can feel the lives around her - eight of them to be precise. But they both feel close, and yet so distant as well. There is not the intensity and sharpness she would expect of such strong emotions, but she shouldn't feel them at all if they weren't near by.

The chest looks like someone tried to break into it - but there are no tools to be seen. And while the chest itself would be valuable for the gold and silver, it's not so valuable that it justifies the effort that was made to place it here originally. But if there is something more valuable inside it - there are no locks on the chest either.

Still whatever is going on has to be centered on this box. so with no other clues in the chamber or temple - and the emotions assaulting her from the box - Triella does the only thing she can.

She reaches out and opens the lid to the box.

And just like that.

The agent starts to awaken in a sort of stately room with a fireplace roaring in the background, and a lithe figure smoking a cigarette on a stem holder sitting in one of the chairs.

"Agent Triella... I welcome you to my humble abode.."

Should the agent try to move, she would find that her arms are held immobile behind her, held fast by a series of rigid shackles connecting her upper arms, elbows, and wrists painfully close together, causing her to thrust her chest out and present her leather clad breasts forward.

Suddenly, the emotions that she was only getting a tingling of rained down upon her like a ton of hammers, amplified to such an extent that she could swear she was being raped in several different ways all at the same time. This went on for a minute or so before emotional silence came to her again.

"Interesting... Ive never met a person like you before... So what brings you to this neck of the woods?"

Triella groans softly as she comes to, and her eyes finally focus on the creature in front of her. She attempts to straighten her back, only to find the shackles holding her arms in place.

The gypsy defiantly stares at the female across from her. "How do you know who IIiiiaaaaaaaiiiiieeee?!!!!!!!!" And her question turns into a scream as the physical and emotional sensations of the seven women all hit her at once. She begins to convulse as the despair and pain and pleasure all assail her.. she groans as it feels like she is being raped simultaneously by multiple cocks or tentacles.

She groans in obvious pleasure as her eyes roll back, and her body shudders, held in place by the shackles on her arms behind her. Then just as suddenly as it started, the sensations stop and she falls back against the floor. Panting heavily. *Oh gods* she thinks to herself *I can't take much more of that*. Her breasts are heaving with her gasping breath, and her nipples are now almost painfully aroused under her leather top. She tries not to think about how wet she is now, and how it will probably show through her pants soon - or how her clit will undoubtedly be visible against the thin, tight pants.

She takes several deep breaths before answering the creature in front of her. "If you.. know.. who I am.. then you should know... why I am here." she says with an angry glare in her eyes. "I want the seven women who were taken released."

"ah yes, the other fleshlings... well the answer is... no..."

Pandora lays the cigarette on a nearby ash tray before standing up and walking towards the bound agent.

"Ive been stranded in this god forsaken temple for who knows how long, and those seven will provide me with entertainment until such a time where im free to roam the outside once more..."

Kneeling beside the agent, the demon reaches out and starts to fondle the womans stiff nipples through the leather for some time, pinching and rubbing them while she lay prone on the floor.

"I think though that we might be able to strike a bargain.... my freedom for theirs... see, I would ask one of those seven, but I know that they would abandon the other six just to save their own skin... You.. you would risk your fate to save those seven, am I correct?"

Pressing her face closer to the agent's, she ran her tongue up her cheek, tasting the anger that Triella was manifesting.

"Terms are... I let you out and you move the box outside the temple.... then come back in... Ill know if you did anything to compromise our deal... and once im satisfied, Ill let the girls free... if im not then...."

Once again the emotions and sensations of all seven women start to drown Triella, their orgasms compounding one on top of the other, their arousal flooding into the agent. And just as Triella would come to the brink of her own climax, the sensations stop, and Pandora smiles.

"That will happen to them, multiplied by a hundred, and prolonged until they drown in their own pit of pleasure...."

Triella glares at the demoness as she says she won't release the other girls and walks over to her prone body.

When Pandora starts to fondle her through the leather, she tries at first to roll and throw her body away from the touch, but soon decides that it is a waste of energy to resist in her current position. She groans loudly and bites her lip to try and keep from reacting as her nipples are pinched and rolled and groped, making her breasts swell with arousal, and causing her nipples to stiffen even further, becoming still more prominent against the leather.

The gypsy's fury grows as the creature starts to try and broker the deal of her release for the seven girls. She pulls back violently when the demoness licks her cheek, and if looks could kill, Pandora would be impaled on a hundred swords right now.

That is until Pandora floods Triella with the emotions and sensations of all seven women - feeling their orgasms.. feeling them raped continuously.. shame.. pleasure.. hopelessness.. pleasure.. orgasm.. pleasure. Triella SCREAMS as she writhes on the floor in ecstasy. Her head tosses from side to side as her back arches, and her legs kick wildly as the sensations burn through her body. Her copious juices soak through the thin tights, and puddles on the floor under her. Her breasts heave as she gasps for breath, looking like the leather can barely contain them any more. And now, where her tights are almost sheer from being soaked with her arousal, the large swollen nub of her clit sticks out obviously.. even more prominent than her nipples... and twitching slightly from the intense arousal the gypsy is feeling.

Tria groans at the demoness' words of the girls fate - but she knows that she can't trust this. "How.. do I know.. I can trust you?" she gasps out, her voice purring with her arousal and need, sounding like an invitation to ravish the bound gypsy. "And how many girls... will you steal.. to replace them.. if I let you go?"

Triella thinks Pandora made a critical mistake though - she may be bound, but the demoness did not take her weapons away, thinking she had no way to use them like this. She was wrong. Tria uses her telekinesis to quickly draw one of the blades from her boot, and sends it flying at Pandora, to hold the blade at the creature's neck. "Now.. I think.. you will let all eight of us go. Now. And before you try.. to flood me with emotions again... are you sure.. that I won't be able to thrust the knife home first, before I am overcome? Are you.. REALLY SURE?"

Pandoras grin widened, and with little warning, she leaned forward, driving the blade in, through, and out the back of her neck without even so much as s sign of discomfort, and at once black fluid began to pour out of the gash, splattering all over the floor and the agent.

"DO NOT FUCK WITH ME!"

Pandoras voice changed; less woman, more demonic. She was till smiling, but her yellow pupils were now glowing, and several fangs now grew from both her top and bottom sets of teeth. Grabbing a fistful of Triellas hair, she uses it to lift the agent till her toes no longer touched the floor. Black brackish blood still flowed from the wound, and it was starting to pool on the floor.

"I am the one that makes the threats and gives the terms! I control every plane and facet of this realm! Every molecule that resides in this realm exists only because I will it! I can show you the limits of pleasure or turn the very air you breathe into tar and watch you die an agonizing death! In here, physics follows my laws!"

With a great heave, Pandora flings Triella towards the other side of the room, causing her to hit the wall hard. Pandora walks slowly towards the fallen agent, her eyes now back to normal, fangs now only a singular pair in her upper set, and the gash gone as if nothing had happened. The blood that spilled onto Triella began to seep into her as the rest began to dry and disappear.

"Now back to our little bargain... but now it seems I have an added condition... the blood that is now coursing through your veins is a very... and I do stress this... VERY potent aphrodisiac. In the span of few hours, you will be reduced to quivering mass of flesh that will do anything to climax... not that you will, though, no matter what you shove up your hungering pussy. The only way to remove it from your system is if I draw it out... and that will only happen if MY terms are met...."

With that Pandora sits back down in the chair and resumes puffing her cigarette.

"Ill be waiting..."

A veil of darkness envelopes the agent, and once more she finds herself in the stone chamber, her arms free from its binds, and a slow building desire in her loins.

Triella gasps in shock as the demon impales herself on the knife, and runs the blade all the way through her neck. She cries out in shock as the black blood gushes out all over the floor and herself.



Even in the restraints, the gypsy manages to flinch and crawl a little away from Pandora -- not that it helps as the demoness comes over to grab her hair.

She tries to relax her body as she is flung across the room and into the wall. She groans, as her head smacks against the floor as she falls, and her eyes flutter, staring around vacantly as she tries to focus and reorient herself. She barely understands the demoness' explanation of her bargain, only starting to focus as she is ejected from the box to land on the floor of the temple.

For a few minutes, Triella just lies there, recovering. What finally brings her back around is the way her breasts are starting to feel hot.. and her leather constrictive.. her nipples starting to ache delightfully as she feels the moisture starting to run between her legs. She groans as she remembers the words about the aphrodisiac as she struggles to her feet.

She looks at the chest, at how it is fastened to the pedestal and she murmurs.. "Tools... need tools... ship.. yes.." she murmurs, as she starts to climb up out of the temple.

She has to sneak back out of the temple past the patrols, and she hurries to her ship - the entire time the aphrodisiac only gets worse. She wants to scream from the aching need in her breasts.. in her womb.. but she can't.. no time. Fortunately, having to endure empathic sensations in the past, actually helps Triella ignore the rising arousal that assaults her body. The demoness has made her first, and last mistake. Yes, Triella would have given herself up for the 7 girls. But she won't save 7 girls, and risk who knows how many more by unleashing such a monstrosity on the world. She feels sorry for the other girls, but Pandora is obviously too dangerous to be allowed free. The building wasn't a temple - it was a prison, and Triella was determined ot see that it remains so.

It takes her nearly a half hour to get back to her ship, by which time her body is frantic.. burning with arousal and lust.. each step is painful as the black tights rub against her sex.. as her swollen breasts rub her rock hard nipples into the leather vest.

Two things to do.

First.. she hits the comm on her ship and sends a priority call to the Directorate on a private channel that only the upper brass that knows of Triella have access to. "Starlark, code Tarantella - 12 hours." followed by the planet's location. The code means two things. That Triella is in mortal danger, and they have 12 hours to try and attempt a rescue. The second meaning is that if a rescue fails or can't be attempted, the area needs to be locked down and quaranteened as too dangerous for anyone to approach.

The second is to collect the 'tools' she desired. Not tools to free the chest.. but to try and lock it in forever. She gathers up a half dozen blast mines, as well as eighteen identical blank charges, and she sets up a detonation code that will be sent by her ship in 12 hours. She mixes the charges together, so even she doesn't know which ones are real and which ones are fake any longer, and only Triella's voice and password can prevent the detonations.

She then hurries back to the temple as fast as she can as each step is sheer torture for her.

It takes another half hour for her to get back to the temple.. and she wants to scream in pain, arousal and need.. but she has to focus.. not much time left.

As she enters to the temple, she tears off her vest and throws it aside. Her breasts bounce free of the leather immediately. Her full breasts have swollen over two full cup sizes already from the effect of the blood, her aureola swollen to stick out from the soft mounds, until peaking at her nipples. Her normally inch long nipples now over twice as swollen, dark purple with blood and throbbing in time with her pulse as more blood rushes through them. Triella swears that the hard tips should burst they feel so swollen and hot and stiff.

She sets to work, hiding some of the mines, while planting others in sight. Even she doesn't know which ones are real and which aren't - but each one is placed so as to try and cave in the tunnels and passages that lead back to Pandora's chamber.

Another half hour of work, and Triella's tights are literally transluscent now as the cloth is entirely soaked through with her juices. Her clit strains visibly against the fabric, twitching and throbbing with every motion she makes. Finally she can't take any more and tears the fabric away from her body, shredding it and leaving herself naked except for her thigh high boots. Her sex is red and swollen with arousal.. her juices are literally flowing like a waterfall out of her, leaving a line of nectar behind her as she works, and her clitoris - already very sensitive to begin with - is now the size of her index finger, and she can feel every whisper of air against the hyper-sensitized surface.

She places the last of the mines as she climbs down to Pandora's chamber again, putting them on and around the well shaft. With the last one finally placed, Triella can hold out no longer. She screams as she falls the rest of the way back down to Pandora's chambers, and she lies there on the floor, writhing and screaming in frustration and arousal.. her hands desperately molesting herself, trying to get release.

Nearly 10 hours.. she wonders how she is ever going to manage to last 10 hours like this. And in what little is left of her mind, she wonders if she wouldn't be better off if she can't.

The flapping of leathery wings echoed through the room, and in front of the helpless agent, two purple boots touched the floor. The small figure stepped towards Triella before kneeling right in front of her face. Pandoras eyes met with hers as she leveled her face with the agents. The demoness lets out a sigh before loking back at Triella with a look that only meant trouble.

"Looks like we have to do this the hard way..."

The darkness once again overruns the agent, and when it is gone, she finds herself inside the same state room as before, spread against one of the walls. Her fingers up to her elbows we're buried in the solid stone, while her legs from her toes to just up to her knees were entomb just the same, the unyielding masonry giving little room for movement.

"10 hours... hmmm..."

Pandora paced about, smoking the same cigarette, although it didnt seem to get any smaller even as it smoldered.

"Thats more than enough to break you, really, but I think the time for chilidish games is over... Im going to take your soul for myself..."

The demoness moves close the agent after putting the cigarette down before rubbing her finger between the swollen leather covered lips, coating it with the agents excretions before taking it into her mouth.

"Delicious... "

Pandora took Triella's breast into her mouth, tearing away the fabric with her teeth as if it was nothing but paper then suckling on the breast hungrily while her other hand does away with the rest of the leather covering the agents chest. The succubi nibbles and plays with her nipples one after the other, her hands occupying themselves by running her nails up the womans inner thighs, and tearing what wasnt buried in the wall out of the way. After a few moments, Pandora pulls away, grinning ever so wickedly.

"10 hours... you'd be wishing you set those bombs to explode earlier..."

Triella awakens "entombed" in the wall, and groans from a mix of discomfort of the position, pain from her fall, and the arousal caused by the demoness' blood still running through her system.

The gypsy agent just glares at Pandora when she says that she's going to take Triella's soul, but offers no reply to the bait. Pandora's fingers come away glistening with Triella's arousal after caressing her folds. As the demon plays with Tria's painfully aroused nipples, and teases her flesh, the agent remains as silent as possible, but can't help her body writhing and twisting against the stone that holds her in place.



At last, the lovely gypsy smiles at the taunting demoness. "Confident are we? Care to make a wager for your freedom after all?" she purrs in a voice rich with the arousal she is experiencing. The agent seems remarkably collected, given the way her body is reacting.